GO WACKY
The sun is not found
The clouds are bound
The air is humid
My thoughts not lucid
With a poignant smell going around
They are noisy with a droning sound
With my skin itchy and dry
I just want to bawl and cry
But He promised everything will be alright
Trust Him and lose your sight
Follow Him blindly and seek His heart
Go wacky in praising Him to top the chart
08:28-08:33, Thursday, 040722
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Deciphering Life
PoetryIn this collection, the author documents her life through writing poems after experiencing a major heartbreak, becoming a single mom, restructuring frayed relationships and reinventing her lost spirituality. Delve into rhythmical lines as she weaves...
